You know the dealer, the dealer is a man
With the love grass in his hand
Oh but the pusher is a monster
Good God, he’s not a natural man
The dealer for a nickel
Goin to sell you lots of sweet dreams.
Ah…but the pusher will ruin your body;
Lord he’ll leave your mind to scream.
That’s how it’s done in my country. If you hear the dangly bits scraping on the roof of your truck, you won’t fit.